Is that a genuine moment of tension or just a place to end the chapter?

It’s a legitimate question

[Behind-the-scenes info: I submitted the original version of this chapter, called “She genuinely wants to know”, early on Saturday morning, because I had an event across town that would last all day and I wanted to get the chapter over with. By Sunday evening, it still hadn’t been approved (because this is built on someone else’s abandoned branch, it needs to be approved by MrWhysper; however, he’s a volunteer and has his own busy schedule), but I was actually relieved, because there were some details that had started to really bother me. In fact, I realized that a few scenes needed to be completely redone, so I deleted the chapter (or so I thought) and started reworking it. On Monday evening, I was surprised to learn that the system still allowed the chapter to be approved even though I thought I had deleted it, and over a hundred of you had already read The Wrong Version. I replaced it with a note explaining the issue, and asked MrWhysper to take the chapter down completely, which he very kindly did. This version of the chapter is about 80-85% identical to the previous one, but I feel that the 15-20% makes a significant difference, so I hope you agree it’s worth rereading.]

Editor’s Note: To be clear, I didn’t know I could push a chapter through for publication after it had been deleted. It must have been because I hit the edit button on it at some point and the whole thing was cached by my browser. My apologies for the confusion there… ~W.

“Top Prospects,” you begin slowly – and you feel a little guilty about this even though you didn’t do anything wrong, dammit – “are… well, you remember how I said the Multiplier has a profile on every woman I interacted with today?”

They nod hesitantly.

“Turns out it’s got a real low threshold for what counts as interaction. ‘Hi, can I have pad see ew with beef?’ ‘That’ll be eleven ninety-five.’ ‘Here’s fifteen, keep the change.’ That was enough for the Multiplier. Her name is Sanouk. I don’t know if I’m pronouncing that right.”

“Oh my god,” says Molly. “What happens if you walk through a crowd?”

“I think – and I hope this is in the Instruction Manual somewhere – that we need to at least have a conversation. I was on a bus full of people and things were mostly okay. Although what’s going to happen when I get back to the office… Anyway, point is, the default setting is to only show me Top Prospects, which means at least ninety-two percent chance of, I think the exact phrasing was ‘successful romantic and sexual relationship’.”

“That… actually sounds pretty convenient!” Molly says.

“How the hell does it –” Tammy begins, then stops. “Magic,” all three of you say at once.

“That is a really unsatisfying explanation,” Tammy says, and you nod several times.

“So are you going back to talk to Sanouk so she can fall in love with you?” Molly asks.

… uh.

“I… I really haven’t planned that far yet,” you say, “but… probably not? I mean, at the very least… she’s not a Top Prospect, so…”

Molly blinks. “But you said –”

“He said default,” Tammy points out.

“Yeah, I’ll – actually, pass me the laptop? It’ll be easier to show you this on a larger screen.”

Molly passes it to you; you turn off your phone and open the laptop.

“This thing has a ton of settings,” you say conversationally as you start the Multiplier. “Don’t know what most of them are for yet.”

You start scrolling through the settings. Their eyes widen at the sight of the galaxy of options. “Found this when I was trying to figure out why I had a profile on Olga but not Tessa. Uh, Tessa was working at the Leopard’s Spot.”

“Wait, Olga?” Tammy asks, startled. “Olga from the store?”

You nod. “She had some really detailed fantasies about you and me fucking her together, because she saw how horny you were today, and how excited you were when I showed up, and decided we were already fucking. And then when I didn’t leave right away, she decided we were fucking in your office.”

Tammy bites her lip; Molly looks intrigued.

“Anyway,” you say, and continue scrolling, “this is mostly why I got distracted on the bus. Here: Success Probability Profile Display Threshold.” You open the Professionals tab. “Women I met while they were working,” you comment. “Olga, Sigrid, Maggie, Belinda. But as we lower the threshold –” and you demonstrate, and new names appear – “I have a 65% chance with Sanouk… a 30% chance with Tessa… a 26% chance with Shondra…”

“‘Shondra Attenborough’?” Molly says, her head tilted.

“The bus driver this afternoon. She noticed I had an erection, and she had some absolutely fucking incredible fantasies about me. Actually, Tessa had some pretty intense fantasies about me also, pretty much out of nowhere. The Multiplier might be doing that, I’m not sure?”

“Don’t need a magic app to have wild sex fantasies about you,” Tammy mutters, and you’re about to ask her to expand on that statement, but Molly repeats – “Shondra Attenborough? I don’t suppose… is she black?”

“Yep,” you say, and click the link for her profile. “Why?”

The profile image shows Shondra seated at a kitchen table, having dinner with two gorgeous young women who are clearly her daughters. Molly makes a startled noise.

“Oh my god!” she says. “That’s Callie Attenborough!” She points to the more busty of the young women. “Callie was a few years ahead of me on track team in high school, until her tits got too big! I had a crush on her for a couple of months!”

Huh.

“Is Shondra’s other daughter named Jenna?” you ask. Molly nods, and then you remember the Multiplier could have told you that. You open Shondra’s profile anyway.

Shondra Mae Attenborough

Personal Information -

Age: 43
Gender: Female
Marriage status: Single
Children: 2 -
Callie Gabrielle Attenborough: Daughter
Jenna Rosemary Attenborough: Daughter

“How’d you know about Jenna?” Molly asks.

“Those incredible fantasies Shondra had? They were about me fucking her and Callie and Jenna all together.”

Molly’s eyebrows go up, and her nipples stiffen.

“Here,” you say. “Shondra’s updates log.” Somewhat to your disappointment, there’s only one new entry:

Shondra Attenborough: Likes that you said ‘thank you’. +1/0/0 (9/0/12)

“That’s pretty hot!” Tammy says, and you realize she’s looking at the earlier entries . “Shame it doesn’t have more details.”

“It might,” you tell her. “Maybe one of those options is for Verbose Mode or something?”

“Also,” Molly says, “she’s right. You’re polite, you’re cute, and you’ve got a big dick.”

The three of you laugh.

“I wonder,” Tammy says. “Is she actually having sex with them? Or is that just her fantasy? Molly, I don’t suppose –”

Molly shrugs. “How would I know? Callie was a couple of years ahead of me. We didn’t really talk, I just fantasized about her. Jacob, I bet it’s in –”

“ – in her Sexual Experience,” the three of you say pretty much in unison. (Well, you say ‘Sexual Experience’. They say ‘Sexual History’.)

“Good point,” you say. Click, you open the Physical Information section of Shondra’s profile…

Physical information -

Height: 5’7’’
Weight: 170
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Bust: 36D
Waist: 28
Hips: 38

Click, you expand the Sexual Experience section…

Sexual experience:
-- Oral: Nonvirgin +
-- Vagina: Nonvirgin – Inactive +
-- Anus: Nonvirgin – Inactive +

Click, you expand Oral.

Oral -
Level: Aficionada. Shondra loves sucking cock. She has given 275 blowjobs to 38 different men, starting with a classmate she had a crush on when she was 14. 216 of these were before she turned 30 and left Texas, after which she decided to be more selective. The most blowjobs she has given in a single day is 7, when she was 19 and attending a rave; she did not learn any of the men’s names, and is unaware that one of them was her half-brother. The most recent was six months eight days ago, as a retirement present for a coworker. Shondra also loves eating pussy. She has eaten out 57 different women on 391 occasions, starting with a friend when she was 15, and including both her daughters, her mother, her half-sister, one aunt, three cousins, her daughter Callie’s father’s wife, her daughter Callie’s father’s other two daughters, and her daughter Jenna’s father’s sister. For a full list of Shondra’s partners for oral sex, and the circumstances surrounding those encounters, click <here>.

Wow.

Tammy whistles. “That is a lot of ****,” she says, which is true, but it still feels a little weird to hear her say it so bluntly.

“Hmm,” Molly says. She puts her hand on your arm and closes her eyes. “Jacob,” she says with a big smile, “I’m visualizing Shondra eating Callie’s pussy to get her ready for you.”

Tammy’s face lights up. “While you fuck her!” she says. “You’re fucking Shondra while she licks Callie!”

“And once she’s wide open, Shondra guides your cock into Callie –”

“ – and Jenna is sitting on Callie’s face, and you’re making out with her –”

“ – and I’m licking your cum out of Shondra!”

“We’re sharing it!”

Molly opens her eyes. “You should do it!” she says enthusiastically.

You blink. “I – but it’s only 26%, so –”

“That’s not zero!” Tammy points out, excited. “You should fuck them all together! They’ll love it!”

On the one hand: Tammy was right, this is incredibly fucking hot, and you would definitely enjoy fucking all three Attenborough women, both individually and together. (And 26% odds aren’t zero, she’s right about that too.)

On the other hand: holy shit, they are really getting into this idea of you fucking lots of other women. Is that… normal?

Well, no, stupid question, nothing about the Multiplier is normal, but… is this all because of the no-jealousy attribute?

Something twinges in the back of your mind. You almost certainly have the necessary information to figure this out, you realize. It’s probably something really obvious.

…

Meh, you’ll just do other stuff and let your subconscious put the pieces together, that usually works pretty well.

“I’ll think about it,” you tell them. “I do want to get through all my Top Prospects, at least.”

“And by ‘get through’ you mean ‘fill us all with cum in all our holes’ and ‘have us all eat each out!” Molly says.

You give her a crooked half-smile. “Well, yes,” you admit. “I do also like the idea of getting romantic with all of you, though.”

“Awww,” Tammy says, and kisses you long and deep. Molly doesn’t bother saying “awww” before she takes her turn kissing you. Then Tammy reaches out to Molly, and they kiss, bare breasts pressing against each other, slurping at each other’s tongues, hands groping each other’s asses. It is an amazing sight.

Finally they sit back down. “So – ” Tammy begins, and just then, your phone buzzes and a notification appears on the laptop screen.

Sonia Maghrebi: Is imagining giving you a double-blowjob with Molly, the two of them kissing each other as they lick up and down your cock. 0/0/+11 (11/2/26)

“She hasn’t told me about that fantasy!” Molly says cheerfully.

A few seconds later, the notification fades and another one appears:

Sonia Maghrebi: Is imagining you making out with her while she sits on Tammy’s face and you fuck Tammy. 0/0/+17 (11/2/43)

“She pretty much has told me about that one,” Molly says. “Or, well, at least the part about –”

“Molly, don’t –” Tammy begins, then stops. “It’s in her update log, so I guess you might as well tell us.”

Molly shrugs. “She’s hot for you, is pretty much it,” she tells Tammy.

And then another one:

Sonia Maghrebi: Has a very clear image in her head of you fucking her from behind in her own bed, biting her neck and shoulder and gently pulling her nipples while she begs you to take her virginity and breed her. 0/0/+27 (11/2/70)

Again... wow.

Then the notification fades.

“Can we see that again?!” Molly asks eagerly.

“Sure,” you say, “let’s just get her profile open…”

Error: Profile already open on one device.

“Huh,” you say. “Oh wait, I just turned off my phone, I didn’t close the app.”

You close the laptop, grab the phone, power it back on…

the Multiplier pops up, with Sonia’s profile still open. When you opened it earlier, the profile image was of her sitting on her bed and reading a book, and now…

… it’s unchanged? You sort of expected that if she’s been fantasizing about that sort of thing when she was alone in her bedroom, then –

Oh, duh.

“Oh hey,” you say with a grin, “watch what happens when I connect to the wi-fi!”

The little wi-fi icon in the upper corner of your phone’s screen materializes.

“Actually, I just realized –” Molly begins, raising her index finger in a ‘wait a second’ gesture. But then she stops, because the image of Sonia sitting on her bed and reading has been replaced by live video.

As you expected, the video shows Sonia completely nude, eyes squeezed shut, tits jiggling, legs spread wide, mouth moving silently as she masturbates frantically with (okay, this part is a surprise) a fluorescent green dildo.

What you did not expect was how you would feel about this.

You are a heterosexual male in your late twenties, with unlimited high-speed Internet access (or... dammit, that’s what you had in your old apartment). You have, more than once, watched camgirls masturbate for a live audience of total strangers (and, yes, jacked off while doing so).

This is different, though: Sonia doesn’t know she has an audience. She thinks she’s doing this totally in private. And... she’s a Top Prospect, yes, but you only talked to her for maybe a minute, and that was about the fire. You and she might as well still be strangers. She thinks you’re hot, she’s Molly’s best friend (girlfriend?), but what do you actually know about her as a person? She’s on the track team and plays Scrabble?

This all goes through your head in five seconds. On the screen, Sonia is moving into a different position.

What you know about her is she’s a person. She has feelings.

And… even if she doesn’t become your girlfriend (although honestly, she probably will), her feelings still matter. Because you’re not a sociopath.

And you’re pretty sure that this would hurt her.

You and Tammy and Molly have been staring at your phone and watching Sonia masturbate for almost fifteen seconds now. On the screen, Sonia pulls the dildo out of her pussy, and moves it towards her open mouth. You reach out and press the X in the upper right corner. The video closes.

“It… she doesn’t know we’re watching, I barely know her… watching her masturbate, it… it feels sort of… creepy?” you manage. “It feels wrong.”

You feel sort of lame about that qualm – you’re expecting to fuck Sonia eventually, right? So what does it matter if you see her nude and masturbating now, instead of in a week or a month or whenever? But… but it does matter to you, even if you’re not 100% sure you could say why, or how it’s different from reading a detailed description of her sexual history.

Tammy nods. “You’re a good man,” she says sympathetically.

Molly still has her index finger raised. “Uh, also,” she says very nervously, “I’ve had sex with Sonia in that room, and, uh… where’s the camera?”

“I don’t think there is one,” you point out.

“But…”

And then she winces. “Right,” she says quietly. “Magic.”

“Good mindset, though,” you tell her. “Look for the normal explanation first.” She smiles faintly at that.

“Oh, and about me being a good man,” you tell Tammy, “thank you. I need to apologize – last night, I was experimenting with this function, and I ended up, uh… watching you in the bath.”

Tammy makes a strangled noise and reflexively covers her tits with her hands. Then she blinks, and looks at you, and at Molly who is topless, and at her own wholly-open blouse.

Then she sighs, and shakes her head a few times, and takes her blouse off completely with a wry expression. “Look all you want,” she says. She drapes the blouse over the back of the sofa, and thrusts her chest out for a few seconds. “And next time, come in and join me.”

“Also I peeked on you while you were falling asleep.”

“While I was –”

“Just for a few seconds. The app said I got points because someone was thinking about me when they orgasmed, and I wasn’t sure which one of you it was.”

Molly grins widely. “You get points for that?!”

“ ‘Achievement: Sticky Fingers. Someone thought about you while masturbating. 100 points,’” you quote. “Plus another hundred for the actual orgasm.”

“Cool! Here, lemme help!” She pulls off her panties and tosses them across the room. Now that she’s completely nude, she spreads her legs – she has an adorable little tuft of blonde fuzz – and begins fingering herself while looking you in the eye.

You enjoy the show for a few seconds before honesty compels you to add: “ It’s only once per person, and your once was this morning in the shower.”

Molly pauses, then shrugs and continues.

“Also, if you’re gonna do that on the sofa, sit on some towels,” Tammy says.

Molly sighs, and goes to fetch towels.

“Why didn’t we have towels down from the beginning?” you ask.

Tammy blinks, then blushes. “Because I didn’t think of that,” she mutters.

There’s a buzz from your phone, and an update:

Sonia Maghrebi: Oh, I needed that. 0/0/-24 (11/2/46)

Hm. No points?

Although… you remember the Multiplier saying something about Love and Lust needing to be ‘unlocked’, so… maybe you’ll only get points for Sonia’s orgasm when her Affection passes 50? (The part of your brain that fusses over strict accuracy says “you mean if, not when”). It’s probably in the Manual somewhere, and you’re about to start explaining this to Tammy, but just then Molly comes back with a lot of towels.

You and Tammy both stand up while Molly puts out layers of towels. If you weren’t already positive there’s no way they’re going to ask you to sleep on the sofa tonight, you might be a bit concerned.

Once the sofa is covered with towels, Molly sits atop them, spreads her legs wide, and resumes masturbating while looking you in the eye. Then she suddenly stops.

“Wait a minute,” she says. “Points? Is there, like, a leaderboard or something?” Then she looks at her sticky wet fingers and sucks them clean.

“I… I don’t think so,” you say. The notion of someone else using the Multiplier makes you uneasy for reasons you’re unable to verbalize just now, and at some point you’ll have to figure out what the Manual meant when it said that the Multiplier both is, and isn’t, only yours. “They’re more like… like in-app currency.”

Tammy snorts. “Your magic phone app has microtransactions and DLC?!?”

“No, they’re for buying… they’re called Attributes, they’re kind of like spells or superpowers or –”

“Oh!” Tammy says. “Right, those. And from the look on your face when I asked about them earlier, I’m gonna guess you’ve already bought us some and you feel guilty about it.”

You shrug.

“It’s okay, Jacob,” Molly says. “If I had a spellbook, I’d probably **** it at first too.” She kisses you, and you realize that because she was sucking her fingers, that new taste must be her pussy.

Part of you is amazed that you can still think this way when being kissed by a hot naked girl who was just masturbating.

“I think we can trust you to not be an abusive monster with this,” Tammy says, and kisses you too. She licks her lips. “So, what did you buy us?”

“Well,” you say reluctantly, “first, I bought you one that says your tits will never sag–”

They burst out laughing.

“Typical man!” Molly says, giggling.

Tammy squeezes her own tits experimentally. “I mean, I’m thirty-four!” she says. “You’re a little late!”

“Sag worse?” you offer. “Or… well, I don’t mean they’re bad right now, but – !”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I know what you mean,” she says. “So, how long is ‘never’ ?”

“Uh? It’s … never, I guess?”

“I’m imagining my fossilized skeleton in a science museum eighty million years from now, still with perky tits.”

Now you laugh.

“Seven trillion quintillion years in the future,” Molly intones in a deep voice, “as entropy devours all existence and the universe fades away, only Tamara Carter’s breasts remain.”

You shrug again. “It might be in the Manual somewhere, if you really want to know?”

Tammy makes a dismissive gesture. “I don’t care that much. What else did you get me?”

“Uh… one called Dream Lover, it says that if you have a sex dream, the other person in the dream will be me.”

Tammy rolls her eyes. “Jacob,” she says very gently, “you realize that I masturbated thinking about you before I went to sleep last night, right?”

“And how often do you remember your dreams, anyway?” Molly adds. “Sleep learning is bullshit.”

You frown. “I guess that’s true.”

“Can you get rid of it?” Tammy asks. “If I’m going to have sex dreams about you, I’d rather they be because we’re having sex.”

You smirk at that. “Good point. Hold on a moment, let’s see if I can find anything about this…”

You dig through the options for a few minutes (during which you get another update notification for Sonia; again, it’s Oh, I needed that), and are about to give up and consult the Manual, when you find that there is indeed an option to “un-purchase” an Attribute. It’s a lot more involved than the purchase process – you have to confirm your intentions four times – and you only get 1% of the points back. But it makes Tammy happy.

“What else?” she asks. A third notification comes in for Sonia; again it’s Oh, I needed that, and now her Lust score has dropped to 17… which is still higher than it was an hour ago.

“Um. One that means your Affection score only increments and never decrements. It’s called I Think I Did Okay, so I can never fuck up bad enough that you like me less.”

Tammy tilts her head and looks at you.

“If I fucked up and you got mad at me, you might have thrown me out, and then I’d be homeless,” you point out.

She sighs. “That’s true,” she says. “I don’t think you ever could have fucked up that bad anyway, but it’s reasonable you didn’t want to find out.”

“Can I dislike you?” Molly says. “Hypothetically! I don’t actually want to!”

“I think once you’re at a hundred, it’s a lot harder for your Affection to go down at all, I’d have to fuck up really really bad. But… yeah, I didn’t buy that one for you.”

“Why not?”

You blink. “Well, for one thing, I didn’t have enough points.”

“Oh.”

“But also… I’m trying to think about… y’know, unintended consequences. If I make you taller, or a natural redhead, or give you bigger tits,” – and her jaw drops – “are those retroactive? Do you instantly change? Do you need all new clothes, does it fuck you over for the track team?”

“I’m glad you’re thinking about this before buying them,” Tammy says, and you’re pretty sure that’s criticism.

“Yeah, like there’s one that says it’ll make you perfect –”

Tammy blinks. “‘Perfect’? Perfect how?”

“Just says ‘your perfect woman in every way’.”

Her brow furrows. “What’s it called?”

You open her profile and scroll to the list of available attributes.

“Hello, Mrs. Stepford.”

Tammy grabs your wrist and squeezes so hard you drop the phone.

“TAMMY! What the fuck!”

“Mom?!?” Molly says, startled.

“I love you,” Tammy says, her face grim. “Promise me you’ll never buy that one. For anyone.”

“Tammy, what –”

“ Stepford Wives is a horror movie,” she says. “About women being murdered and replaced by robots. Literally murdered. With knives. Promise me.”

“You don’t really think –”

“I don’t know what I think! But every fantasy novel I’ve ever read says that magic is all about words and names and meaning, and it will bite you in the ass if you’re not super careful with how you phrase everything, and this magic thing that says it’ll make me perfect is named for a movie about murdering women and replacing them with robots!”

You and Tammy stare at each other. She is clearly very, very serious about this.

“… understood,” you say. “I promise.”

She takes your hand. “Thank you,” she says.

You nod. “I love you,” you say. “I don’t want you to be a robot.”

Tammy’s eyes go very wide, and she inhales sharply.

“You love me?” she whispers.

You realize… that’s the first time you’ve actually said those three words to her since all this started. A smile spreads across your face.

“I love you,” you repeat, beaming. You feel tingly and warm all over.

Tammy throws her arms around you, and kisses you and kisses you and kisses you.

When you and Tammy finally release each other, you notice that Molly is watching you from barely ten inches away, with an expectant grin.

“Molly, I love you,” you tell her, and she and Tammy both squeal with joy, and Molly is clinging to you, kissing you and rubbing her bare pussy along your leg, and then she releases you and starts working on getting your pants off, they’re stained with her juices, and she’s got her hand in your boxers reaching for your dick, and Tammy has finally taken off her skirt and is totally nude and masturbating as she eagerly watches you and Molly.

“And also,” you tell them as Molly’s fingers find your shaft, “I bought an attribute that turns off jealousy.”

They both freeze.

“Huh,” Molly says. “That’s… hm.” She looks thoughtful and starts muttering something to herself, although she still has her hand in your boxers.

“Ohhh,” Tammy says. “Yes. Okay. Yes, that makes so much sense!”

“You remember this morning, when you were –”

“ – pissed off because you were flirting with Penelope, yes! Oh, that was such an awful feeling! Thank you for getting rid of it!”

“I don’t think I was flirting with her, exactly,” you protest.

“Jacob,” she says with a grin, “I am totally okay with you fucking Penelope. In fact, I’m looking forward to it! You can do it in my bed, even! And I assume you’ll be totally okay with me and Molly helping? And fucking her too?”

You nod.

She pats your hand. “So take the win, okay?”

You roll your eyes, but nod again.

“You’re sure Penelope will be okay with it?” she adds.

“Yeah, the no-jealousy is for everyone whose Affection is high enough.”

“No, I mean, you’re sure she’ll be okay with us fucking her? Or, y’know, with you fucking your sister and your niece?”

Um.

“Mayyyyybe not. I’ll… figure out a way to raise the subject discreetly. Would you be okay with just me fucking her, and you not joining in?”

Tammy shrugs. “I’d be disappointed, yeah… I’d really love to eat her pussy while you fuck me –”

“Same here,” Molly puts in.

“ – but I’m serious: it won’t hurt my feelings. Not like it would have this morning, anyway!”

“That’s the only reason I didn’t suck his cock while you were in the shower this morning,” Molly points out. “Didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“Awww!” Tammy says, and they kiss again.

“Anything else you want to tell us about?” Molly says. “Or can we fuck now?”

“Uh, well, I bought myself a stamina booster, because when I was running for the bus I got a stitch in my side…”

Molly closes her eyes. “First,” she says, “I’m so sorry you got a stitch, those suck so bad, and I’m so glad for you that the Multiplier was able to help. Second, don’t you ever fucking buy that one for me, I fucking work to be on the track team!”

She opens her eyes and looks at the expression on your face. “I’m not pissed off at you,” she emphasizes. “Just at the idea of me having that Attribute.”

You grin. “Okay, understood. And… actually, given how sex-focused a lot of the attributes are, I’m thinking it’ll also make me last a lot longer, cut my refractory time to practically nothing…”

They both look intrigued by that.

“Oh, and I bought one that –” … the pieces fall into place in your head and you snap your fingers. “Oh! Damn!”

“What?” Tammy asks.

“It’s called Your Kinks are Their Kinks, it’s supposed to … I guess make sure our sexualities are in synch? Whatever turns me on, turns you on. Except… I’m not really very kinky. So… what I think it’s doing instead… I think that, because I like the idea of fucking lots of different women… you also like the idea of me fucking lots of different women. The no-jealousy attribute might even be reinforcing it! I bet the Manual has something about this, but… yeah, that would explain… That’s why you got so worked up about me fucking Shondra and her daughters, that’s why you had all those fantasies about me fucking your employees –”

Tammy looks startled at that. “It was in your updates log,” you explain; she nods, and you continue. “It’s why you’re so excited about the idea of me fucking Penelope and Sonia –”

“ – and Eleanor and Sigrid!” Molly says eagerly.

“And Eleanor and Sigrid,” you agree. “And… I think this might even be why you two are so worked up about the idea of fucking each other! I find you both incredibly sexy and desirable, so you both find each other incredibly sexy and desirable! All the kissing, and… and talking about, like, licking my cum out of each other, which holy fuck it’s hot, but… I mean, you might be weirded out by… by being changed that way, that much, so…”

You feel yourself running out of words. “If it bothers you, then I… I guess I’m sorry.”

Tammy and Molly look at each other. They’re smirking.

“Do you want to tell him, or can I?” Molly says.